Daybreak -private-

It's very early. You can tell from the lightening hue of the sky, only just waking up from its moments of slumber, or the glowing sun just breaking the horizon. It also shows in the number of people milling about camp-- at this time, there are only a handful. Snow doesn't mind the lack of company. She makes her way to the mess hall in the wee hours of the morning, wanting to be first in line, and more importantly wanting to be back in the Khione cabin before everyone else is up and about. A smile plays on her lips as she squints skyward, welcoming the dawn. It's a new day, another chance at life, another chance to breathe and live-- even if it also means another day to do chores and tidy up the cabin, because let's face it, that's all Snow ever seems to do. But she does wander every now and then, lying down on the grass and staring at clouds, or visiting the Arts and Crafts shack, or other things...

She hums to herself in deep thoughts. Oh, what is she going to do today? Perhaps she ought to visit the stables, see how the horses and pegasi are doing? She thinks of the elegant creatures with their wings spread wide, soaring through the skies and clouds. She thinks of the possibilities-- they could come so close to the clouds she kept gazing at, oh how magnificent it would be to ride a pegasus to the sky-- BUMP!

The images vanish with a 'pop' and her mind warps back to the present. Snow steps back in shock. Her cheeks blaze, her wide eyes looking down at the feet of the person she has carelessly bumped into. The words tumble out, soft yet urgent with a slight touch of fear. "Sorry! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking and-- I'm sorry."

Ebony jolted awake suddenly, her head against the cold wood of the Ares Cabin table at the Mess Hall, her arm hanging over the side. She'd been propped up rather sturdily... until she'd shifted, her arm had fallen off the table, stopped holding her head up, and well... yeah. Her head had had a very unsavory meeting with the table. The girl groaned unhappily, sitting up and rubbing one hand against her sore cheek. It felt all hot- although that could be embarrassment rather than anything else. It wasn't like she had hit her head very hard. Just kinda hard. If there was such a thing as kinda hard.

It took her a few long moments to gather her thoughts. Why was she in the Mess Hall? Wasn't she supposed to be curled in a ball under warm duvets, her pillow forgotten right about now? Had she sleep walked?! Oh Gods, please no, she'd never be able to set a foot outside the Cabin again from being so mortified...

It came back to her as she sunk down in her seat, trying to hide from the few people in the Mess Hall. She hadn't sleep walked! She'd gotten up super early in the hopes of starting work. But, earliness wasn't one of her favorite things. Especially not getting up at seven in the morning. Rather then eat like she was planning, she had ended up falling asleep halfway through a muffin and a cup of coffee. Her eyes became slits as she looked the rather unappetizing muffin up and down, and her now cold cup of coffee. What had she been thinking? The muffin looked absolutely horrid, one of those super healthy ones which were really like cement that hadn't been given any flavoring. And the coffee didn't look like it had nearly enough sugar or milk. Had she been half asleep when she had been getting these?

Hahahahaha, yeah.

Pushing back all of her hair roughly with one palm, she picked up the muffin and cup, bringing said muffin to bin and said cup to the crockery place. Thankfully, most people were either not up yet, or too lazy to come for breakfast. Or, they'd already come, seen her, and just laughed at her adorable sleeping face. Whichever it was, she felt happier knowing she hadn't sleep walked to get here. She had been awake at some point today.

Although, she was really tired.

I think I'm going to go and sleep. Work can wait until... five in the afternoon, right?

Well, it had better, because Ebony began walking out of the mess hall at a steady speed, her legs propelling her back to the Ares Cabin. Ever limb was in agreement- it was time to take a well deserved nap after all her hardship. Course, something always has to go wrong, right?

Right.

Ebony felt the collision, and in absolute shock she stepped back a couple faces, mouth dropping open. It was a girl. Who had just been walked into. Immediately she fixed her mouth, closing it and then opening it again to apologize when-

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking and-- I'm sorry."

Shaking her head, she swallowed and started to protest.

'No- no, it was all my fault, I was walking and not thinking and well obviously not looking and I didn't mean to walk into you, so I'm really sorry- oh Gods are you hurt- I'm so sorry!'

When she looks up, the first thing that comes to Snow's head is wow, her hair's red. She blinks. Still red, but that's not the point. She scuffs her shoe against the other and looks back down, the red in her cheeks yet to fade. "I'm okay, it's nothing..." she mumbles to the girl's feet. This is exactly why she tries to wake up as early as possible. Situations like these are not her cup of tea, and she would end up kicking herself again and again for her carelessness. Her head still down, she skirts around the girl and attempts to make her way to the Khione table.

But of course, she must have really rotten luck today. For a girl walking with her head down, it's quite funny to think that she still tripped. Tripped over her own two feet. And there goes Snow, sprawling across the mess hall with a little less than a strangled yelp. She falls, hitting her head against a chair before she hits the floor. Luckily, she isn't unconscious. But the throbbing on her forehead suggests a rather noticeable bump.

Ebony could feel the heat rushing to her face, her cheeks undoubtedly reddening to a color which would clash terribly with her hair. Which wasn't really what she was thinking about, but it was something to consider to try distract herself. What would she look like to the girl she had just walked into? A beetroot red strange haired girl who looked absolutely ridiculous, more than likely. Without meaning to really acknowledge it, she put an ice cold hand to her left cheek, the heat burning a path along her palm. Dammit, dammit, dammit, red cheeks, cold hands, walking into a girl she didn't know, falling asleep in the mess hall and accidentally hurting her head off the table... none of these were good things.

'It's not okay, I'm so sorry, I honestly just- Gods I'm sorry,' she was beginning to sound like a broken record, but Ebony could have cared less. It was better to continue apologizing and not allow room for the person she had walked into to give out than allow them that luxury and feel worse. Which she would. So she would continue saying sorry until the end of time. Possibly longer.

Ebony liked to think she was in control of her situation most of the time. She liked to think she could make things better by saying sorry and she could heal a damaged relationship before it had been damaged too much. How did she know this girl wouldn't have been a possible friend in the future? But she watched helplessly as the girl kept her head down, walking around her and heading for a table. She assumed she was heading for a table. Maybe she was heading for a phone to ring the accident prone police. Not police which were accident prone, but police who arrested people who were accident prone- you get the picture.

It was a good job her green eyes didn't stray from the retreating girl, when ya think about it. Course, she would have heard the yelp she let out, but embarrassment would have stopped the girl turning around and going to help. However, she watched, eyes wide, as the one she had walked into tripped- seemingly, over her own two feet. Ebony's eyes widened further as, like in slow motion, she saw the girl hit her head against a chair and sprawl onto the ground. Then, like superman rushing to save the day (or, in this case, super girl rushing to save a girl), she rushed over, falling to her knees beside the figure and immediately beginning to panic.

'Oh Gods, oh Gods, I don't know you two seconds and I've caused you to become disorientated and trip and now you must have brain damage I don't even know your name Gods I've killed you and I don't know your name,' her words tumbled out before she could stop them, and yet Ebony continued, 'I swear if you die I'll avenge your death, I promise- Oh Gods I would have killed you how can I avenge your death if I killed you?'

Call what Ebony was having an overreaction, and you'd probably be right.

'Please don't die oh my Gods I'll get you to the Infirmary and you'll be fine the Apollo kids will fix you up and your brain damage won't exist just do not die'

Her head throbs, spins, and she swears she could feel a huge bump forming, a small reddish hill on the side of her head. She is barely aware of the words being spoken, could hardly grasp the concept that the redhead she bumped into is currently fussing over her state. She groans. Blinks wildly. "I-I'm okay," she whispers as she pushes upward, her soft voice possibly drowned by the other girl's frantic voice, and Snow feels a slight sense of deja vu.

The initial shock wears off and pain sets in, and Snow looks up at the blurry-looking redhead. She sits up a little straighter. "Dead? No, I'm not dead. It's just a bump, don't feel responsible for it..." She then reaches up, feels the side of her head, winces as she touches it. Round and red, just the size of her thumb. Otherwise, she is completely fine. Except that, well, she can't really see five feet in front of her face.

Then Snow feels flustered. This stranger-- she scares her a little. Is it possible to blurt out so many words at once? She hasn't met anyone like that in the Khione cabin. "I-I'll just go eat," she says, wobbling to her feet.